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bakerstreet2020-09-04 11:07 pm
sundaybestsocks) wrote in bakerstreet2020-09-04 11:07 pm
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Smut Picture Prompts ♥
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
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Starting with 2!
Akira hadn’t even mentioned it to their friends either since he didn’t want it to slip out of anyone’s mouth when they were all hanging out and Sojiro was near. So while the couch was given to Akira to sleep on..currently he’s not there. He’s on Futaba’s bed with Futaba herself on top of him.
Their clothes are piled on the floor next to it, forgotten for the time being. He has an erection and its pinned between his body and her at the moment. With his hands upon her thighs, he’s guiding her in a smooth rocking motion, causing her to rub her sex against said erection.
It’s a situation like this that he knows Sojiro would be furious over, and he wouldn’t have been able to blame him. He’s not sure how nervous she is about doing this sort of thing with him, he hasn’t had a moment to focus on her face yet as each rock of her hips sends a small wave of pleasure through him.
His eyes are focused on her lower half as she rubs it against him. But he finally manages to tear his eyes away so he can gaze up at her face.
o7
All that said, she doesn’t actually think he would disapprove. He’s obviously taken a serious shine to Akira in the year he’s lived here, as evident by how he didn’t abandon him after learning he was leader of the Phantom Thieves and even inviting him to visit Wakaba’s grave with them. Akira has done a lot for Sojiro as well, after all — for everyone, really — and if he thought the young man was not a trustworthy person, he definitely wouldn’t ever leave her alone in his care.
Considering what they’re doing right now though, maybe Sojiro really did overestimate Akira’s sense of responsibility— or at least when it’s competing for dominance with teenage hormones. Even as much as her guardian cares for him, there is no doubt that if he were to find them in this particular situation, he’d still be pretty enraged. In Akira’s defense, however, Futaba is just as much to blame for their current position, if not more. First of all, she is the one who usually initiates the physical affection between them, and secondly, this time she’s also guilty for escalating their innocent cuddling into not-so-innocent petting.
It was just a matter of time before it got this far anyway, she tells herself, especially since she didn’t plan on only making out just once the entire time Sojiro was gone. No, tonight hardly would have been the only time they’d spent an evening kissing and since they never really get chances to be alone like this, it would have come up sooner or later.
Even if Futaba is nervous and a little unsure she’s doing this right, she doesn’t regret it. Akira looks pretty fixated on where their bodies meet and for herself, well... she’s starting to really not need him to guide her movements anymore. He fits just right between her thighs, his girth hitting all the sensitive parts of her lips with every back and forth motion of her hips. Feeling his length growing hot and hard underneath her in turn makes the little bead of nerves above her entrance swell and become pert, making it easier for her to rub it against him. Futaba moves her hands from behind her to Akira’s abdomen, arching her back so she can exert more force downward as she ruts against him, her breath quick and shallow. It’s when he looks up into her face suddenly that she blushes hard, the heat emanating from her skin fogging her glasses a bit, and her heart leaps into her throat. It’s silly, considering that they’re already naked and he’s been staring at her sex gliding along his cock for a good, solid handful of minutes now, but when their eyes meet, Futaba feels more vulnerable than ever.
“Don’t... just stare... like that...” she hisses as another shudder skitter up her spine at his cockhead bumping her clit again.
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He fought the urge to smile at her words, though one tugged at the corner of his mouth. That was before it melted away into a little moan as she rubbed against him. He stopped guiding her, but his hands stayed on her waist and moved with her motions.
“But you..look really cute, Futaba.” He says, his voice a little be strained as pleasure coursed through his body from her movements. He reached up and placed a hand behind her head and guided her down towards him for a kiss. He hoped that he wouldn’t interrupt her movements, but he wanted to feel her lips against his again. He knows he’ll feel this plenty tonight, though. They were going to watch one of the old season of Featherman that just got put onto the streaming service.
At least, he thinks that is still on the schedule for tonight. If it wasn’t, then they could definitely find a way to preoccupy each other. He brought a hand between them and grabbed her breast to squeeze that as well, is hand kneading and massaging it carefully as they indulge in the passionate lip lock.
When he first met her, if you’d have told him they would be doing this someday, he wouldn’t have believed you. He couldn’t have known how hard he’d fall for her. Nor could he have known that she would ever feel comfortable enough to do this with him. It made him happier than she would ever know.
one million years later...
And yet, here they are. It's hard to say if binge-watching is really in the cards for tonight, as their original plans are far from Futaba's mind right now. All she can think about is how hot she feels and the growing need between her thighs, the shivers of bliss that come over her whole body when Akira kisses her and touches her like this, soft whimpers escaping her as she melts against him and into their kiss, grinding her hips on him a little harder.
Just cute, huh? Okay... She needs to work harder then.
Futaba breaks their kiss and takes her glasses off, dropping them off the bed into their pile of clothes, and gives Akira a rather serious look. It's actually extremely difficult to stop rubbing the folds of her sex on him when he feels great already, but she manages it.
"But are you just gonna stare the whole time?" she prompts, putting her hand over his where it's cupping her breast. "You don't have to be so gentle."
Or at least, she doesn't think he has to be. She trusts him, she loves him, and she wants more of him than this. She's not really so sure what that means, but Futaba has never really been someone who, when comfortable, to not be confident about what she wants. So of course she's going to start guiding his hand away from her chest and further down south. She's thinking about how he looks in a pair of blood-red gloves and wondering if he'd mind indulging her fixation on his hands for a moment.
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Just being friends with them and Futaba would have been enough. But his feelings and relationship with Futaba evolved so naturally. It wasn’ as if he was going to fight what he felt. And soon she became his girlfriend. And that was possibly the last thing he expected to have when he came here. But he’s clearly so in love with this girl that’s on top of him. His life couldn’t have turned out better than it did. One event had entirely changed the course of everything he knew and as awful as it had been, he’s grateful for the outcome.
When she stopped moving, the friction was instantly missed. Though their bodies are still pressed intimately together with no barriers in the way blocking or muting the sensation. The desire to encourage her to move once more was there, but he fought against it for the moment. She stopped so he knows there must be a reason why she did. Even breaking the kiss left him yearning to resume it again, but he held back. His heart thumped away rapidly in his chest as he gazed at her and listened to her words.
His gaze shifted to his hand as she took it and started to lower it down. He didn’t fight her on it and instead allowed her to guide his hand to exactly where she wanted it. He could have taken over himself and moved his hand to where he knew she was taking it, but he preferred to let her move it herself. Something about allowing her to do that was far more appealing.